This early morning quiet
Many inches on the ground
Falling softly still, and still, six-fifteen
Straight down, not a sound.
The sagging branches, wet white
Up north Dakota Territory
The way of it at thirty degrees
Another clean winter story.
Tip toe up and down
Whisper softly to each one
No school today, ice and snow
Maybe heaps before it’s done.
Really seriously can’t believe
Never happened before.
Thank you, Jesus.
Please send some more.
© Martin C. Fredricks IV
Martin C. “Red” Fredricks IV here. I’m husband to an amazing woman who is also my best friend, dad to three outstanding kids, Fargoan (North Dakota, that is), dedicated environmentalist & climate crisis warrior, proud introvert, veteran messaging strategist/copywriter, blogger (https://ivwords.com) nonprofit founder (https://theclimateknights.org/) and big-time reader. As they say, if you're gonna write good stuff, you have to read good stuff. A ginger, too - ergo the "Red" - although some of it's going white. Cinnamon-Sugar, I call it. Tattooed to boot; 10 so far. At age 55, I'm stilling crankin' AC/DC & Metallica, but now and again I spin some Eric Church and Black Uhuru, too. I love hanging out with my (much) better half, spending time with our kids, writing, hiking, riding my mountain bike and reading.
What makes up our dreams, our songs, our poems... they’re the only reality that truly matters.
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